Category : Poems

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Recall the dryest of nights when they faded into space. The void haunts you and me. How i remember the call it gave me. Saying my name over and over again. With shadowed hands touching me, dragging me down into the black fire. The smoke put itself into me, breathing for me. Taking the very essence from within me out beyond my grasp. I want to wake from this fleeting vulgar nightmare. Woe to this wonder. this vagabond who wanders from womb to womb to find his child again. Yet he will never see her for he is a wraith clinging to the past and sucking the present dry. He recalls only you, the child, and the cool rain. The cold, moist, bitter rain holds him onto this world. Just a victim of the plague. And the damage it left behind